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mornin?

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buried in his steamy neck
my eyes the first to notice
mornings come
legs unwrap
from his
who mmmmmms as my arms
renew the squeeze that
piped us off to dreamland
lips in my hair
cock between my thighs
wrapped and rolled
to bake each other golden warm
'smorn
meetcha later
sworn cape
of invincibility